Explore "Winter Sunshine" by John Burroughs on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Lo! sweetened with the summer light, / The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, / Drops in silent autumn night. / TENNYSON.
Not a little of the sunshine of our northern winters is surely wrapped up in the apple. How could we winter over without it! How is life sweetened by its mild acids! A cellar well filled with apples is more valuable than a chamber filled with flax and wool. So much sound, ruddy life to draw upon, to strike one's roots down into, as it were.